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It's Mardi Gras. I'm in Louisiana. And I'm in front of my computer at a quarter to eleven pm.

Can you get any fucking nerdier?

Maybe by wondering if that's a word.

I actually do this just about every holiday. I don't go out but instead stay in wherever it is that I'm staying at the time (home or school) and work or mutter obscene condemnations of the people out enjoying themselves. Yes, I'm jealous. Why should I not be? Going out does me no good; I can be surrounded by hundreds or even thousands of people and still be alone; no one will really notice me if I'm there, and I won't talk to anyone. I know this, because it happens every time I try to go out and have a good time when I'm not with people I already know.

I think I missed the damned point somewhere along the way. I have no idea what it is, but there's something that keeps me from having a good time when I am surrounded by people who are.

Maybe I just need to drink more...

Oh, yeah, I can ALWAYS have a bad time. Doesn't matter what's going on, I can be fucking miserable right in the middle of it. Hell, I've even been known to make a chore out of good fucking.

Not that I've had a lot of that at any point in time.

Gee, I wonder why...